@ ashen knight;
She was so brazen, her need to fight was on fire but she was far to weak to do much of anything at all. She was so angry, so hungry for more that she was being foolish. Take a Goddess to a battlefield full of demons? Either she would die or all his followers would die and that was no way to be a leader. Would they take down Hades? Yes, it seemed almost perfect now but they would not do it today. Apollyon was meticulous in his plans, in his understandings and his pawns had not yet come back to report; he wondered how deep they were in or if they were dead.
Apollyon twisted his head out of her grasp, angered by her complete outburst of control. He let the anger simmer beneath his skin, like a pot waiting to boil. He smiled at her as she scowled at him, breathing heavily. He then grabbed for her throat, pushing her back against the walls of the cave. There bodies made a thud as they were pressed against the rocks, closer to the stairs back to his throne room, and he practically hissed at her when their bodies made contact. She may be stronger than she was, but he was still stronger; he was, after all, actively sapping away at her own energy and excitement.
"Who do you think you are?" He spat. "I have been kind, to say the least, but you do not get to make the final decisions here. Is that clear? You are so weak it is laughable. Shall I throw you out of this cave? Let whatever God injured you come find you? It would be easy without my protective charms. Shall I kill you myself? Kiss you? Fuck you? It doesn't matter what you say. I decide."
He smashed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. The blood and sting of their kiss fueled his fire - though not with anger, but with excitement.
"Do not forget who I am," he whispered, pulling away and moving his hands from her throat to the wall, to trap her beneath him. "And especially do not forget that I am not yours, you are mine."
Aurora jumped when Arneas leaped away from her. She was so content before, listening to the breeze and the birds singing and wondering how all of that felt to him. Now the golden silence that they were sharing was broken with his screams and groans. She looked around frantically, but no one was there to help them. She once appreciated their alone time, but she was useless and powerless in this situation. The only thing she could think to do was to touch him and she wasn't sure why she felt overwhelmed with the need to just rest her hands on his shoulders.
There was now a spot of red in this golden garden - of pain, anger, blood. She looked around one more time and thought of Ariel. Would the angel hear her or was it only Arneas who could call them? She took a few fragile steps towards where Arneas rested on his knees, his breath ragged and his face contorted with pain and anger and tried to be exceptionally gentle. She wasn't sure why she was doing what she was doing, but she felt almost like she had to, like her entire body needed to and ached to help him; she wasn't sure why.
"Hey," she said, dropping her voice low and quiet. She was trying to be calm for him. "Let me just look at it, okay?" She asked, though she was not asking for permission. He would say no, his pride heavy on his shoulders. She knew how small she was to him, but she just needed to do this for whatever reason - she had to. She grabbed the fabric that he just pushed aside and laid her hand on the red and angry wound that stared back at her. There was no blood, there was nothing noticeably wrong about the wound, except that it was redder than it had been when she bandaged it.
She was close enough to him that he almost seemed to be resting his head against her stomach and she noticed his breath even. Was it working? Did the pain stop? She did not dare to move, but just let her hand rest on the wound and her other to trace a soft and gentle pattern on his neck. She was glad that angels were distracted and glad again that they were alone. No one had to see Arneas on his knees and no one had to wonder why he let her so close - except for Aurora herself. She would just remain until she was told to stop.
"See, it's okay," she said, quietly, with a reassuring and gentle tone.
She was so brazen, her need to fight was on fire but she was far to weak to do much of anything at all. She was so angry, so hungry for more that she was being foolish. Take a Goddess to a battlefield full of demons? Either she would die or all his followers would die and that was no way to be a leader. Would they take down Hades? Yes, it seemed almost perfect now but they would not do it today. Apollyon was meticulous in his plans, in his understandings and his pawns had not yet come back to report; he wondered how deep they were in or if they were dead.
Apollyon twisted his head out of her grasp, angered by her complete outburst of control. He let the anger simmer beneath his skin, like a pot waiting to boil. He smiled at her as she scowled at him, breathing heavily. He then grabbed for her throat, pushing her back against the walls of the cave. There bodies made a thud as they were pressed against the rocks, closer to the stairs back to his throne room, and he practically hissed at her when their bodies made contact. She may be stronger than she was, but he was still stronger; he was, after all, actively sapping away at her own energy and excitement.
"Who do you think you are?" He spat. "I have been kind, to say the least, but you do not get to make the final decisions here. Is that clear? You are so weak it is laughable. Shall I throw you out of this cave? Let whatever God injured you come find you? It would be easy without my protective charms. Shall I kill you myself? Kiss you? Fuck you? It doesn't matter what you say. I decide."
He smashed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. The blood and sting of their kiss fueled his fire - though not with anger, but with excitement.
"Do not forget who I am," he whispered, pulling away and moving his hands from her throat to the wall, to trap her beneath him. "And especially do not forget that I am not yours, you are mine."
Aurora jumped when Arneas leaped away from her. She was so content before, listening to the breeze and the birds singing and wondering how all of that felt to him. Now the golden silence that they were sharing was broken with his screams and groans. She looked around frantically, but no one was there to help them. She once appreciated their alone time, but she was useless and powerless in this situation. The only thing she could think to do was to touch him and she wasn't sure why she felt overwhelmed with the need to just rest her hands on his shoulders.
There was now a spot of red in this golden garden - of pain, anger, blood. She looked around one more time and thought of Ariel. Would the angel hear her or was it only Arneas who could call them? She took a few fragile steps towards where Arneas rested on his knees, his breath ragged and his face contorted with pain and anger and tried to be exceptionally gentle. She wasn't sure why she was doing what she was doing, but she felt almost like she had to, like her entire body needed to and ached to help him; she wasn't sure why.
"Hey," she said, dropping her voice low and quiet. She was trying to be calm for him. "Let me just look at it, okay?" She asked, though she was not asking for permission. He would say no, his pride heavy on his shoulders. She knew how small she was to him, but she just needed to do this for whatever reason - she had to. She grabbed the fabric that he just pushed aside and laid her hand on the red and angry wound that stared back at her. There was no blood, there was nothing noticeably wrong about the wound, except that it was redder than it had been when she bandaged it.
She was close enough to him that he almost seemed to be resting his head against her stomach and she noticed his breath even. Was it working? Did the pain stop? She did not dare to move, but just let her hand rest on the wound and her other to trace a soft and gentle pattern on his neck. She was glad that angels were distracted and glad again that they were alone. No one had to see Arneas on his knees and no one had to wonder why he let her so close - except for Aurora herself. She would just remain until she was told to stop.
"See, it's okay," she said, quietly, with a reassuring and gentle tone.
August 29th, 2016 at 04:20pm